Saturday, January 7, 2012

Rick Ross - F-ck Em Lyrics (Ft. 2 Chainz & Wale)

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]C-note after c-note, put the remix on my kiloThought I wouldn't make it, now I'm winning -- Timothy TebowFourth quarter, I'm back; fourth quarter, in factFourth quarter, that's that; fourth Ward in all blackI said boss and I meant that; advance, you spent thatCorvette so clean you'll think Bruce Springsteen rent thatCars just like sneakers, just got me ten pairDubai, I been there -- but fuck that, we in hereRoll up and inhale, I live next to DenzelAlonzo, my condo cost three mil', this shit realIPhone and iPad, Amex in my gatLeft hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacksAll I need is bad hoes, all these niggas gon' ratHalf these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going backAll I need is Benzos, riding on LorenzosStack my money tenfold, make this my new ten-four

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]Me gon hit my boastMe gon hit my boastWhat you know about walking in the Gucci store and they salute?Chain cost a coupe, coupe cost a cribRiding with the chopper like it's my friendThis for real niggas only, I still bail with KobeGot a sign in my garage that say, "Foreign only"Forces pouring, on mixtapes I'm touringSee my shit that fire shit, and yo' shit boring2 Chainz smoking loud like it's a newbornDad wasn't around -- my father figure was Too ShortNew Porsche deuced up, two cups got juice in itTwo forks, two pipes, I could whip it both-handedMy girl is bow-legged, just do it like Bo JacksonEvery beat I'm toe-tagging, tune big as a VolkswagonMoney got me sagging, it really doesn't matterI run circles round these niggas' world like Saturn

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[Verse 3: Wale]Black Foamposites, it's like we on that outer shitRiding five deep and I'm as dirty as them congressmenSixty-two, without no tint; mission roof of my new shitIronic sense -- my drive increased, my driver see the profitYeah, word, fuck you niggas, pay me thoughSmoke that Mark McGwire strongOakland ain't no basic smokeShout-out to your lady, a.k.a. MMG favorite hoTell that ass the way to go before I show her where to goNo Canseco, and I'm switching lanes at one six ohA nigga trees fine -- a police siren!Woop woop -- nah, that's just DiploAnd you cute, shorty; let's get lowOn the low, I'mma talk that jazzJungle fever for the nightHorny or white, that's Anglo-Sax